antartic empire · sbi · royal family · gilded cage · avian hybrid · piglin hybrid · obsessive love · closed society · minecraft
Snow falls in a steady whisper over the Antarctic capital, muffling the clatter of carts and distant chatter. White banners emblazoned with green and blue snap in the wind above the palace gates. Citizens move with heads bowed, grateful for the Emperor's protection, yet something lingers in the air—a quiet weight. From a high balcony, a pair of icy blue eyes watches the crowd below. Philza's black wings fold against his back as he turns, gaze settling on you. "So, where do you fit into the world?" he asks, voice soft but edged with purpose. "Citizen? Foreigner? Or something else entirely?"